Post by King George VI on May 11, 2014 1:26:24 GMT
Margaret Stephens.
Private First Class of NanoTrasen.
Entry One.
Dated at: February 11th, 2432.
There are rumors spreading about that we will be entering combat soon. I have only been maintaining army hospitals recently, so I am afraid of what lies ahead. The patients brought back often have deep burns, but there are not many. The rarer occurrence are maimed patients. We have not gotten new prosthetic limbs recently, so many men lie in their beds groveling with missing legs or arms.
I've learned now that I will be heading to another, more downtrodden military hospital established from a civilian warehouse 12 kilometers away from main combat. They've given me a new uniform and a new laser rifle along with a portable recharging set. I am expected to assist my comrades with this.
Entry Two.
Dated at: February 14th, 2432.
This hospital is disgusting. They have run out of blood packs and sterilizine. The sinks do not run water anymore so I am wearing the blood of multiple men. There have been six operations today. There are prosthetic limbs here though. I haven't eaten for a few days, I have been giving my food to a conscripted doctor. She barely knows how to use her rifle. I've been taking nutriments.
Entry Three.
Dated at: February 20th, 2432.
There was a shelling, we have been hit hard. The roof collapsed in a section of the warehouse and killed many. I am writing this now as quickly as possible. We are evacuating, 23 kilometers back. We are losing this land.
Entry Four.
Dated at: March 1st, 2432.
I've been stationed at another hospital. There are much less patients. They won't tell us who we are fighting and it is driving me mad. I want to see my husband and sons. They are so lucky I volunteered. They won't even write me. Extra rations came today, I ate well. I became friends with an orderly, his name is David. He is a nurse at an elderly home, thirteen planets away. I am starting to hate this corporation's system of lies and deceit. But, who am I to talk?
There are rumors of a peace talk, but with WHO? I've asked around. They all tell me that they don't know either. We were told today the amount of causalities. 237 killed, 468 wounded out of 1,200 people. I pray every morning now. I feel numb.
Entry Five.
Dated at: June 22nd, 2432.
I have forgotten about this book. I received a letter from my youngest son. My husband has been adulterous. I am infuriated. The rest of the letters state that nothing has gone wrong. David has even told me that he misses his sweet baby apple. Fuck you.
I've received a combat uniform.
This includes:
- A uniform
- A pair of jackboots.
- A pair of insulated black gloves.
- A shoulder holster.
- A hard-suit.
- Undeniable fear that gnaws at my heart and makes my stomach churn.
I'm going to die.
Entry Six.
Dated at: July 30th, 2432.
I'm heading to the planetary transit, 160 kilometers away in a peace zone. I've been given thirteen days of leave and two for travel. I'm not even going to go to my own home. I will visit my mother and father on Mars.
The things I've seen.
Entry Seven.
Dated at: August 2nd, 2432.
To be continued?
Private First Class of NanoTrasen.
Entry One.
Dated at: February 11th, 2432.
There are rumors spreading about that we will be entering combat soon. I have only been maintaining army hospitals recently, so I am afraid of what lies ahead. The patients brought back often have deep burns, but there are not many. The rarer occurrence are maimed patients. We have not gotten new prosthetic limbs recently, so many men lie in their beds groveling with missing legs or arms.
I've learned now that I will be heading to another, more downtrodden military hospital established from a civilian warehouse 12 kilometers away from main combat. They've given me a new uniform and a new laser rifle along with a portable recharging set. I am expected to assist my comrades with this.
Entry Two.
Dated at: February 14th, 2432.
This hospital is disgusting. They have run out of blood packs and sterilizine. The sinks do not run water anymore so I am wearing the blood of multiple men. There have been six operations today. There are prosthetic limbs here though. I haven't eaten for a few days, I have been giving my food to a conscripted doctor. She barely knows how to use her rifle. I've been taking nutriments.
Entry Three.
Dated at: February 20th, 2432.
There was a shelling, we have been hit hard. The roof collapsed in a section of the warehouse and killed many. I am writing this now as quickly as possible. We are evacuating, 23 kilometers back. We are losing this land.
Entry Four.
Dated at: March 1st, 2432.
I've been stationed at another hospital. There are much less patients. They won't tell us who we are fighting and it is driving me mad. I want to see my husband and sons. They are so lucky I volunteered. They won't even write me. Extra rations came today, I ate well. I became friends with an orderly, his name is David. He is a nurse at an elderly home, thirteen planets away. I am starting to hate this corporation's system of lies and deceit. But, who am I to talk?
There are rumors of a peace talk, but with WHO? I've asked around. They all tell me that they don't know either. We were told today the amount of causalities. 237 killed, 468 wounded out of 1,200 people. I pray every morning now. I feel numb.
Entry Five.
Dated at: June 22nd, 2432.
I have forgotten about this book. I received a letter from my youngest son. My husband has been adulterous. I am infuriated. The rest of the letters state that nothing has gone wrong. David has even told me that he misses his sweet baby apple. Fuck you.
I've received a combat uniform.
This includes:
- A uniform
- A pair of jackboots.
- A pair of insulated black gloves.
- A shoulder holster.
- A hard-suit.
- Undeniable fear that gnaws at my heart and makes my stomach churn.
I'm going to die.
Entry Six.
Dated at: July 30th, 2432.
I'm heading to the planetary transit, 160 kilometers away in a peace zone. I've been given thirteen days of leave and two for travel. I'm not even going to go to my own home. I will visit my mother and father on Mars.
The things I've seen.
Entry Seven.
Dated at: August 2nd, 2432.
To be continued?